Heard a man curse out his brother today Over little things that don’t mean a thing Used to be we’d argue, then shake it off Now folks walk away burnin’ bridges they crossed There’s a chill on the street that the sun can’t melt Every word feels like somethin’ else We’re drawin’ our lines like we’re keepin’ score But nobody remembers what we’re fightin’ for Yeah, the world’s crazy, And I don’t mean wild and fun Seems we all forgot We’re meant to be one Yeah, the world’s crazy, But I still hold a spark I’ll keep my porch light on When it all goes dark I seen neighbors turn their backs in shame Old friends pretend they don’t know your name And kindness feels like a fool’s disguise But I still wave when a stranger drives by You know… my granddad used to say, “You can’t fix a fence by yellin’ at it.” And I think about that a lot lately. Feels like everyone’s hammerin’ air, And wonderin’ why the gate won’t stay shut. Yeah, the world’s crazy, But I ain’t givin’ in There’s still a lot of good hearts Beneath all the din Yeah, the world’s crazy, But maybe we’ll see If we lower our voices We might just agree So I’ll sit right here by the fire’s low light Sing a song ‘bout wrong and right If the world’s gone mad, I’ll stay kind anyway ‘Cause somebody’s gotta lead the way “Yeah… the world’s crazy. But we don’t have to be.”
